Two months had passed. Brie had stayed away from John. He'd came to her hotel a few times but she never opened the door. She would just cry quietly until he went away. On the other hand she and Daniel were doing much better. He called her every night and they talked about stuff. For the last two weeks she'd had the flu. She'd just gotten back from the arena when her cell phone rang.

"Hello?" She said.

"Hi." Daniel said.

"Hi." "Hang on." "I need to blow my nose." She blew her nose.

"Are you still sick honey?"

"Yeah."

"That's it." "It's been two weeks." "You're going to the doctor."

"I made an appointment this morning." "I go in the morning."

"Make sure you call me and let me know what they say."

"I will."

"I'm getting worried."

"I'm sure it's nothing." "I probably just need antibiotics or something."

"I just want you to get better."

"I know." "I'm gonna go." "I'm really tired."

"Ok." "Call me when you hear anything."

"I will." "I promise."

"I love you."

"I love you too." "Bye." They hung up. Brie ran to the bathroom and threw up.

John was down in the lobby bar. He was drunk off his ass. All he could do was think about Brie and much he loved her and missed her and wanted to be with her. Nikki sat beside him and ordered a beer.

"Hi." She said.

"Hi." "Nikki listen." "I'm so sorry you found out about me and Brie the way you did." "I swear when things started with her you and me were already over." "I know how much that hurt you and I'm so sorry."

The next morning John woke up. His head was pounding. He was naked. He looked over and saw Nikki laying next to him.

"Oh no." He thought. "Great John." "Just great." "I can't believe I slept with Nikki."

Brie was at the doctor. She was hooked an abdominal machine. She'd been having cramping and doctor was checking to make sure there was nothing harmful in her abdomen.

"Well I think I've found what's been making you sick." She said.

"What?" Brie said worried.

"Your babies."

"My babies?"

"You're pregnant with twins." "Judging from this I would your about eight or nine weeks."

"Doctor I can't have these babies." "I want an abortion." "Can you do it right now?"

"No." "I am available in two days." "Are you?"

"Yes."

"Make an appointment with the receptionist on your way out."

"Ok."